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[froodle]

There has been a Daddy Long Legs in my room for the past three days. It's staying right up near the ceiling where I can't get at it with my bug-squashing book of DOOM. I think it figures that if it stays there long enough, eventually I'll get bored and stop trying to kill it. Well guess again, asshole! My urge for buggy genocide is without limit!

Also, I cannot find my essential oils, so now when I wash the floor it will just smell of soap, not citronella and lavender. I cannot help thinking the Daddy Long Legs is behind this somehow.

Bugs are jerks.

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[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

Spray it!!!! omg. with .. that stuff... deodorant. or something. lynx works Really well.



also. lavender is gross. You're gross. Bugs are going to eat you.
*shakes head* wtf. i think i was just possessed by a daddy long legs.


how is that Possible?

[froodle]

Anything's possible... for a Possible.

Of course, in your case, the fact that your brain is so very small means there is plenty of room for a Daddy Long Longs inside your skull, and your tiny hair will do nothing to keep them out.

Here endeth the lesson.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

at least its not, 1.) filled with Fat!Angel pictures.
2.) or pictures of Billy Conelly and Judi Dencg getting it on in a film where Gerrard Butler is naked and Oh My God his thighs are Enormous!
3.) your spelling wheelchair, Monsieur

[froodle]

1: Yes it is, because I put them there and OMG HE'S NOT FAT STFU!
2: You're a disgusting monster for even thinking either of those things.
3: You're gay.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

ok. Stop being deluded! just fancy the fat angel, it's about a zillion MILLION times better to do than wanting to watch 'that' film. i suspect the gerrardthighs are just an excuse really. i swear you said billy conelly was your hero.

YOU're a cigarette.